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 Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 8:00 pm
Where some Keshval might have considered Maxy daring to meet their eyes an act of rebellion and punished her accordingly, Marcelius merely seemed mildly amused. He didn't care for rudeness, but some stubbornness always made his slaves more entertaining.
Obedient. He would certainly say so - he'd been expecting at least some sulking or reluctance before she came along. But he thought the little girl might surprise him if he gave her enough leash. The question was just whether or not he wanted her to surprise him.
He had time to consider that, he supposed. There would be a while before she got overconfident or stupid enough to take him on. Picking up the chain keys and leaving the key to the cage in its proper place, he straightened up and turned mildly to look at her. Though his face showed no emotion whatsoever, there was a hint of danger in his eyes as he asked mildly, "Will I be needing the leash?"
By this, he meant the leash that attached to the slave collar, used to drag reluctant or terrified slaves to the waiting ships.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 8:12 pm
 MaXy y0u wAnT a Pi3cE oF me?
Maxy tried to mirror his expression as best she could, including the danger, though she was clearly no threat to him.
"Yes." the word was short and clipped and she kept the same posture while she said it.
She would be obedient, yes, but given the chance, she would run like a road runner. Of course she had no idea where it was she could run to, but good tries be blessed she'd try and try and try....IF she were given the chance. Unless she actually found a reason to stay. which was more absurd than anything else in the entire universe.
GeT 0v3r It
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 9:04 pm
Marcelius's face remained exactly the same - not the slightest hint of anything as he mused, "Honesty. Interesting, but perhaps a dangerous policy, little girl." Although it didn't show, he found it rather amusing that the girl had decided to try honesty. Perhaps this specimen would at least entertain him - there had been no sign of weeping or pleading yet, two things that Marc absolutely could not stand. Two things that often shortened a slave's life expectancy considerably.
This man preferred those that did not irritate him.
He unwound the leash from the hook beside the cage and calmly clipped it onto the girl's collar. Without bothering to let her know that he was now finished with waiting around, he turned away and started walking. The girl would keep up, or she would strangle herself.
Marc was betting on survival instinct to make her keep up. But if she didn't, well...it was unlikely that she would choke to death on the short walk to the ship. Unlikely, but not impossible.
Allowing for his longer stride, Maxy might almost have to run just to keep breathing.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 9:24 pm
MaXy y0u wAnT a Pi3cE oF me?
Maxy moved with the clinking of her collar. She would have spoken, were her throat not still sore from nearly being strangled by that one keshval. Plus she wanted to sound strong, anyway, and she was sure her voice would crack if she said anything more than one syllable.
She quickened her steps so she was beside him and a little behind. She had to watch his lead, but at the same time not bump into him....it could be her life, she was sure.
She looked around at the other 'slaves' and evened out her breathing. A calm mind with rational thinking could do wonders, right?
GeT 0v3r It
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 9:55 pm
Marcelius walked her to the waiting ship, which wasn't all that big or fancy-looking. It was smallish and serviceable, as he preferred - he wasn't like some Keshval, constantly needing to prove himself with what he had. The simple and relaxed was more comfortable for him.
He didn't say anything. Honestly, what he wanted her to do ought to be clear. Ciar didn't take the stupid ones, as far as Marcelius knew, so hopefully he wouldn't be irritated trying to explain to her what she was to do.
Walking up the ramp into the ship, he turned to her. With the hand not holding her leash, he gestured into the open door of the ship - the kind of gesture that on Earth would be considered gentlemanly, even chivalrous. After you.
But what it meant to Keshval might be entirely different. Marcelius's impassive stare gave nothing away. The only thing that was clear was that he expected Maxy to go in first.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 10:05 pm
MaXy y0u wAnT a Pi3cE oF me?
Maxy blinked at him. Dang, why was it so hard to look for emotion on any of their faces!? She stepped up and in, going onto the ship smoothly, head held high, and she forced herself not to shake.
Okay, rational thoughts:
I'm going to die...nope, that's not rational.
Escape is possible...Noooooo. Impossible for someone with her amount of strength. (none)
Once on board, she waited for him to follow, as her mind sorted itself out.
His ship wasn't as big as some of the others...could that mean something. Maybe he wouldn't be so bad. Highly doubtful...but there was a chance, right?
...Probably not.
GeT 0v3r It
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 2:21 pm
The first indication Maxy would have of Marcelius's presence was when his voice spoke softly just beside her ear. "Go down the hall and turn left. That will be your quarters until we reach my home." For someone his size, he moved as silently as any cat. "It will not be a short trip." And for such an expressionless face, his voice was unexpectedly relaxed and warm. The cool formality seemed to have drained out of it when they got onto the ship.
Then he pulled up the door to the ship with a few taps on the wall in a complex pattern. Once it was secured, he gestured ahead of him once again, waiting for Maxy to go ahead and walk towards her 'quarters'.
Whatever that meant.
Marc's mind was already ahead of what was going on, while part of him kept an eye on the slave. He would get her into the room where his slaves were transported, and then he'd take the ship home. He'd have to remember to lock the door. Not that he ever forgot, but it was always something to take into account.
Why would the girl not move faster?
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 2:36 pm
MaXy y0u wAnT a Pi3cE oF me?
His voice startled her, and she couldn't help but jump. She looked to him and then down the hallway.
Maxy moved slowly, as if her body was in shock and she tried to shake it off. Her mind was moving faster then the rest of her and it was like being in slow motion. After a moment or two, she finally got the hint and quickened towards the direction he had motioned to, keeping the leash she now wore, in mind.
Her throat was sore enough as it was, she didn't need any MORE pressure on it because she was being stupid.
GeT 0v3r It
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 10:05 pm
((OOC: *scowl* Where is everyone?
Also, taking the liberty of dragging Maxy around a bit in this post. If there is an issue, let me know. I will fix.))
If Marcelius was amused or irritated or annoyed by Maxy's jumpiness, he hid it well. His gaze remained patiently on hers until at last she began to move.
About time, he thought. He padded along beside her silently, almost languorously, pleased to note that she was trying to hide her fear. Not that it was working - he could practically smell it. But at least she was trying, and realize it or not, that earned her some points in Marcelius's book. He didn't like whiny or trembly slaves.
And so many of them were.
The walk seemed very short to Marc, but he had no idea how it felt to the slave. Not that it mattered. As they neared the end of the hallway, he stopped and turned her so that she faced a door. "You go in here," he said calmly, tapping a few buttons rapidly so that the door opened. "And you will remain here until I come for you."
She didn't go in fast enough to suit him, so he placed a hand lightly between her shoulder blades, unsnapped the leash from the collar, and pushed her gently through the doorway. Closing it behind her, he keyed in a code. The locks turned.
Satisfied that she would not be messing with any critical equipment while he drove the ship, Marcelius walked off to the piloting area and started it up.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 10:19 pm
MaXy y0u wAnT a Pi3cE oF me?
Maxy growled in annoyance once the door was closed and got up from where she'd stumbled and fell on her knees, "Don't any of these things know manners?" she grumbled to herself. Her legs ached from the walk and she rose a hand to rub at her raw throat/neck. She sighed, and sat against a wall, pushing back her fears and clearing her mind.
Well, at least there's a LITTLE privacy...but she really had to go to the bathroom. No bathroom in sight, and there was no way she was going to dirty herself that way. She wasn't some sort of animal.
Squirming uncomfortably, she pulled the knots from her hair, letting the long black and red hair flow down over her shoulders and down her back. Now, she might dare look presentable, since she'd already been bought anyway.
GeT 0v3r It
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 11:12 pm
Should Maxy decide to explore the room, she'd find no real cause for complaint. It was spartan, and ridiculously tidy, but there were the basics - a little cotlike sort of bed for sleeping, a little chest that was closed but not locked, and a small door, well-hidden in the wall but certainly there, that led to a little bathroom sort of area. It was different from what they had on Earth, but similar enough that Maxy ought to be able to figure it out.
Marc himself knew about all the ins and outs of the room, and assumed that since he knew it, the slave should be able to find it out (it wasn't really that complex), and thus that the girl ought to be able to fend for herself. For the next little while, Marcelius paid absolutely no attention to the slave's quarters - he was too busy driving the ship.
It might have looked simple enough, but he had to connect himself mentally to every part of the ship that kept it going, and still had to focus enough on his actual destination to steer and correct their course when necessary. It took years to master these old-fashioned ships - the newer ones were more efficient, but Marc liked his old one just fine.
So he steered it silently, heading home at last. He supposed he'd have to deal with unloading his new slave, finding her a place to sleep and so on. But for now, he just wanted to be home again. Alone again.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 11:23 pm
MaXy y0u wAnT a Pi3cE oF me?
Luckily enough for Max, she had a clutzy moment.
As she was walking the room looking around, she tripped and fell inot a door. A DOOR!? Opening it, she found exactly what she needed. Closing it she did her business (after figuring it all out) and came back into the main room, "Not bad...not MINE...but not bad."
She curled up on the cot. It was MUCH softer than the cage floors at the trade. Almost instantly she drifted off to sleep.
GeT 0v3r It
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 8:28 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 8:29 pm
((I can't do anything until p a n returns))
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